SUCCESS MUSIC - Run lyrics

[Verse 1] (Run) Uh, I'm staring at my ceiling, another day up in this b**h Parents screaming, you can't lay up in this b**h I didn't register so everyday I hear 'em b**h No Plan B, but you know we plan on getting rich Man, don't complain about my music, 'less you paid for that sh** (I'm made for this sh**, made for this sh**, uh) Ain't black or Spanish, they say he's so average Dress like a f*ggot, whatever weird you attack it My music garbage? But you be on it like a bunch of maggots Put the seven to your back with this pistol, now you a maverick Dropped cla**, started dropping cla**ics If rapping to bring the paper and plastic, back to trappin', uh Africa made me, New York City raised me Albanian baby born up in the crazy '80s Last of a rare breed, that's '89 Mama said "You gon' be fine, thank god that you still alive" [Hook] And so I run (Run motherf**er run) Away from these haters (Ru-run motherf**er run) (x2) If you ain't f**ing with me now (Run motherf**er run) Don't f** with me later (Ru-run motherf**er run) (x2) [Verse 2] Seeing my parents struggle turned me to a savage I always been different, that's why I got my a** kicked Cut from a different cloth and they no longer make this fabric Too creative for a 9 to 5 to live so average If she only with you cause you mad rich Then anybody with money could f** that b**h I hope you're listening Collecting change for fast food, got me acting mad rude Stress got my hair line going jimmy, time to get my a** chewed You telling me if I lick co*k, rap about these thrift shops That I would bring four Grammy's back to this block? f** that As long as I got this Glock, with one pop I, bring my enemies down to earth faster than Chris Rock Always wanted that Rollie it don't tick tock You cannot hear me when I'm on my toes like some flip-flops Chasing on this guop, new face of hip-hop Flow make your ship drop, I pray I raise the bar Before one of these haters they lick shots and I'm gone [Hook (x2)]